All was quiet, until the sound of an alarm clock could be heard upstairs in the Jung mansion, waking a certain someone up.

A hoarse voice groaned in Jaejoong's neck and whispered, "Five minutes, please.”

Hitting the snooze button, Jaejoong turned to Yunho and slid up to kiss him before moving back down to rest his head under his chin. Yunho tenderly kissed his head.

 “I wish I could, but I need to prepare the breakfast and the boys need to go to school,” Jaejoong replied.

Yunho moaned in frustration. “You could ask the driver to send them and why don't you tell the maids to prepare the breakfast?"  Yunho tightened his grip on Jaejoong’s waist.

Jaejoong ran his palm tenderly on Yunho's chest. “The maids will take care of the house, but I will take care of my family. Besides, the boys don’t need a driver, they need their own car.”

"Well, don't you think that they are too young to drive a car?”

Jaejoong’s initial reaction to Yunho’s answer was bitter disppointment. “Yunho, you’re overprotective. Karam is eighteen and Changmin is seventeen. They are not babies anymore.”

“I just don’t want anything bad to happen to them. But the routines inevitably wear you down at the end of the day," he sighed.

“I know. But if I don’t do anything, what should I do then? I don’t want to just be your candy, waiting for you to come home to me and chew me up at night.”

Yunho let out a hum and gave a response to Jaejoong's statement. "I like that, to be honest. Perhaps, you should become my candy.”

“Yunho!”

Yunho ran his right hand lightly down the side of Jaejoong’s neck, along his collar bone and downwards following the contour of his body. "Jae, about my trip to Singapore that I told you about last month - won’t you come with me? You need a vacation. I’m sure Karam and Changmin will agree with me," Yunho whispered in Jaejoong’s ear. His voice had slowly turned seductive.

Jaejoong grinned and happiness replaced his bleak demeanor. "I would love to talk more about this, but your five minutes are way up and for now, I need to get up or the boys will be late for school." Jaejoong kissed his cheek, pulled the cover back and got ready for the day.

Meanwhile in another room, standing in front of the full length mirror, Karam stared at himself, smiling at his reflection as he put on his shirt, getting ready for the day.

After he was satisfied with his appearance, he went out of his room and stopped in front of the room next door. The room was still dark as he saw no signs of light coming out from underneath the door.

“Baby.” Karam knocked at the door. When he received no reply, he turned the knob and entered the room. True enough, the room was still dark with only rays of  sunlight shining through the gaps of the curtains. He the lights and looked over to the bed.  Changmin was still asleep. Lying on his stomach without his shirt, the cover was pulled up to his waist revealing his , tanned back.  Karam smiled at the sight of his little brother. ‘That’s what you get when you play football without your shirt on, baby‘. Karam sat on the edge of the bed and watched the sleeping figure. He just loved watching Changmin sleep. He looked calm and peaceful. His lips were slightly parted and his breathing light.

“Baby, wake up," Karam whispered, shaking the broad shoulder gently.  No reply. "C'mon, baby." His voice was soft and warm and he felt himself smile at the thought of it. "It's time to wake up." His palm slowly went down the tanned back and he rubbed every inch of it in circles.

“Hyung, stop that. It tickles.” Changmin raised his hands above his head, stretching out the sleep as a large yawn escaped his mouth and looked at his hyung. His eyes were barely open. Karam could see every movement of the muscles in his taut chest and strong arms.

“If you don’t wake up now, I will-” Before Karam even got the chance to finish his sentence, Changmin immediately responded to him, since he knew what would happen if he didn't make the move.

“Okay,  hyung. I get it. I’ll wake up now. What time is it?” Changmin asked, rubbing his eyes.

Karam looked at his watch. “Seven twenty three to be exact. You have se